"I started to wake, I saw the big round lighting fixtures on the ceiling
and the first thing that went into my mind was Mark Twain...And I'll be damned if now whenever
I'm left to drowsing by myself all my thoughts don't start coming out
like a Mark Twain book. I think somehow in the deep slumber of
anesthesia, close to death itself, Mark Twain's words got in there. And
they seem to be stuck there..."
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